Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1427 Blind Date

Orion imprinted his mental mark deep into Myxara's sea of consciousness before swiftly pulling away.

"She is clean."

Orion faced his companion. "Insectfolk count as sentient creatures, Lilith. You must secure them a living space that links up with the outer world."

Lilith offered a gentle smile, drawing a handkerchief from her pocket to softly clean the chilly sweat off Myxara's forehead.

Though free of any ill intent, the invasion of her mind by someone as immense as Orion had shaken Myxara to her very soul. Yet she had made it through the examination. She was now officially part of the Stoneheart Horde.

"See this as a present from the Horde to the Flying Fish Mayfly clan. Make sure you don't let Lilith down."

Orion pulled a Legendary level hive out of his dimensional storage and flung it over to Myxara. With that, he disappeared from the Wormholes dimension without saying more.

This area could work as a place for breeding, yet for the Flying Fish Mayfly race to join in battles across realms, they required a base that could move. The hive served as Orion's compensation for the mental probe.

"He frightened you badly, right?"

"Orion is a Demigod," Myxara murmured, her tone shaky. "I couldn't even bring myself to meet his gaze."

Lilith moved closer and hooked her arm with Myxara's, acting like they were dear siblings. This was a deliberate step to foster emotional ties.

Naturally, Lilith's reassurance had dual aims: calming Myxara's terror and quietly reinforcing the chain of command. Orion's approval had eased Lilith's suspicions a great deal, but true trust would build gradually. At present, Myxara functioned as an asset—a capable aide and a vital ally for what lay ahead.

Though Myxara stood only at the Alpha level for now, her role as a Broodmother held vast promise. She didn't yet match the caliber of Lorelia or Soraya—nothing to draw Orion's attention so soon—but her expanding swarm of Flying Fish Mayflies could blend into the Stoneheart Horde's flying forces.

Lilith harbored ambitions, and Orion placed enough faith in her to skip prying into the specifics.

The North, Lysinthia City

Nestled along the foggy shores, Lysinthia City acted as the key nurturing site for the Stoneheart Horde's Ocean Hunters.

Plague Ravens soared overhead, Ocean Hunters kept watch over the seas, and the roads bustled with diverse peoples. Beyond Blackstone City, it stood as the north's most fortified military outpost.

"Auntie! Auntie, go easy! Set me down!"

"I can walk on my own, Aunt Lysinthia! No need to haul me by the collar!"

The one yelling was Pallas, the Giant Prince of the Stoneheart Horde.

The one holding him up was Lysinthia.

Across the whole Stoneheart Horde, three women topped Pallas's list of those he dreaded most: Elara at the top, Lilith next, and Lysinthia in third place. To him, Lysinthia felt almost like another mom. Lilith might conceal things from others, but she seldom kept secrets from Lysinthia.

As a result, Lysinthia managed Pallas as if he were a naughty fledgling.

"I've got matters to discuss with you. Now, come keep our visitor company."

Had she just mentioned that Pallas was heading to a blind date with Ariselle, the Blood Elf Princess, he would've dodged with some excuse and fled. Lysinthia's firm grip was the sole guarantee of his presence, a tactic quietly endorsed by Lilith.

"Here he is, the Prince of the Stoneheart Horde, Pallas."

Upon entering the castle's private dining chamber, Lysinthia dumped Pallas into a seat without ceremony and took the spot next to him.

"Good afternoon, Auntie," Pallas greeted, his wide eyes scanning the space until they fixed on Lycanor.

She was his father's partner. Wherever they were, showing respect was essential.

Lycanor bent down and lifted Pallas into a warm embrace.

"My, look at you, small one. Ten years ago, you were that pesky kid begging for lifts from anybody. I recall spotting you a few years ago; you looked so grand and sturdy. What happened to shrink you back to a youngling?" Lycanor grinned, her gaze sparkling with fun.

She placed him back down and slid a platter of his beloved roasted meat his way.

"Your Auntie has a visitor from her family. She's around your years, so no age mismatch. Wouldn't you mind guiding her through the place for me?"

While talking, Lycanor ripped the roasted meat into small chunks and popped them straight into Pallas's mouth. She nodded toward the young lady seated opposite him—Ariselle, whose eyes gazed at Pallas with bright interest.

"Old enough to fight, yet still getting hand-fed? What a disgrace."

As Pallas traced Lycanor's nod and met Ariselle's stare, the Blood Elf lass performed a cheeky 'shame-shame' gesture, rubbing her finger on her face. It resembled the playful jabs grown-ups aimed at little ones, all in good fun.

Pallas went still. He wasn't some kid. He was grown.

His present small form stemmed solely from the Stoneheart Titan bloodline shift.

"You're the one who needs hand-feeding! Shame on you!"

When had the Giant Prince ever put up with disdain? Pallas shot back without delay.

But right as his lips parted for the comeback, Lysinthia crammed a chunk of crunchy, blackened meat inside. He wouldn't risk spitting it out.

"Auntie..." Pallas munched through it half-heartedly, gazing at Lysinthia with sad, teary eyes. His tone came out soft and hurt.

Lysinthia chuckled with a huff and pushed another bit of meat past his lips.

Only once Pallas had gulped it all down did she grab a napkin and dab at his mouth.

"I snagged some presents from Jynx. Take Ariselle along and choose anything that catches your fancy."

Pallas's eyes brightened. He leaped from the chair in a flash.

"Thanks, Auntie!"

With unexpected quickness, Pallas dashed around the table, seized Ariselle's wrist, and tugged her out the door.

"Hey, and don't pick on Ariselle!"

"No worries, I won't!"

As Pallas's words echoed away along the corridor, Lysinthia erupted in laughter once more.

"See that scamp? He hurried off like that. Sure, he craved the gifts, but mainly he just aimed to get away from us."

Lysinthia shook her head, her chest warm with affection. Pallas ranked as a Legendary level expert, but he still allowed her to boss him around. It showed the lofty place she held in his affections.

Next to her, Lycanor released a deep breath, standing in stark contrast to Lysinthia's delight.

She understood Pallas honored her, yet she'd never enjoy the profound, family-like connection he shared with Lysinthia.

This meeting had been arranged by Lycanor, drawing on her personal ties. By having Pallas and Ariselle encounter each other in a relaxed setting, all involved wished for a positive result.

"Sister, let the youngsters handle their own paths," Lysinthia consoled her. They'd passed years side by side on Serpent Isle, forging a strong bond. Lysinthia was eager to assist with Lycanor's plea, however minor it seemed.

"I'd rather not fret over it," Lycanor confessed. "But the King and the Grand Elder approached me themselves. They chatted until my head rang. I had no choice but to agree."

"Moreover," she continued, her face clouding a touch, "the Blood Elf clan's circumstances are... tricky, at best."

As a Blood Elf by birth, her union with Orion had been a strategic alliance to guarantee safety for her kin. Lycanor never lost sight of her core goal. Straddling the Stoneheart Horde and the Blood Elves, she wrestled with inner turmoil, inconsistency, and unease.

It seemed nobody noticed her personal turmoil.